beauty

My little heart breaks at the thought. Of you, and choices. The weight of rebellion, of consequence. But Redemption hovers near. To restore and reclaim tainted territory, putrid words and malice decay. Your story has a magnificent ending. Ears will hear of your Worship and be Reconciled. To the Jesus who healed your every wound.

But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed. -Isaiah